#akissoflifewrites

let’s be honest

Izuku is the best when it comes to fingering.

KATSUKI GIVES LIFE-CHANGING HEAD.

Shoto has a long dick.

Kirishima doesn’t know how to be gentle (he tries to).

Denki is a bottom.

iida is a top.

Hawks likes to stalk (don’t have a one night stand with him he’s watching for more).

Dabi doesn’t ask (noncon and con).

Shigaraki gets jealous easily.

Aizawa likes when you ride.

mirio is a big pervert (to his partner).

Endeavor has a size kink.

Shouji does too.

Hizashi WILL harmonize your moans.

Amajiki just likes touching you.

Chisaki is into bdsm.

Twice makes a clone (who is confused but down) gets jealous and they fight over you.

Fat Gum is gentle.

and Kamui lets you finish first.

Jealous Shigaraki, who’s almost jumping in glee when it’s finally you two.

Jealous Shigaraki, who takes you to his room and locks the door.

Jealous Shigaraki, who has your mouth stuffed with his dick, roughly places it in the back of your throat.

Jealous Shigaraki, who only lets you up to answer his questions.

Jealous Shigaraki, who shoves you back down when he doesn’t like your answer.

Jealous Shigaraki, who loves to worship your ass but bruises it when he thinks Dabi or twice looked longer than he’d like.

Jealous Shigaraki, who fucks you senseless. Who doesn’t stop even when he’s nutted deep in you.

Note: see I told you I was going to come back! I made a post yesterday about the Diabolik Lovers fandom and was pleased to see were still thriving!! So Imma dip my big toe in the writing scenes for them to kinda lure out requesters. I kept it short and sweet to test things out btw. ENJOY. MDNI

SHUU SAKANAKI

Since you came to this stupid manor with Yui two nights ago, you've been worried about when it will be your turn.

All the brothers threw out threats to your body and blood, but none of them actually came to you with it. Yet.

You never hoped to get bitten, of course. You actually thought they were only going to drink from Yui, but Reiji clarified that you also needed to keep your blood good for them as well.

When he handed you a box of cranberry juice, your first instinct was to pass it back. It was Shuu who placed it back on your lap with a lazy look and a low tone, “No, you’ll need it.” Since then, you have jumped at every raw sound, every shadow that isn't your own.

So far, none of them have come to see you; you figured they were all surrounding Yui like before. Maybe it worked in your favor.

You worried about her, though, having come here together, and talking on the way somehow brought you together as friends. You stared at your door, the dark wood matched so well with the light blues and greens of the room. The doorknob was your biggest fear, having to leave the room, and the thought of bumping into any of them sent chills down your spine. So you felt silly when you grabbed it, even dumber when you opened it, thinking you'd run into a brother, but to your surprise, nothing was there. The air you held left you easily after. You walked to Yui's room, remembering the path she told you to take. You might’ve walked past it to start from the start of the hall, but at least you didn't get the wrong door.

You knocked lightly but hard enough to echo in the hall. The wait shook you, so you opened and entered without waiting, gasping at the sight of Ayato drinking from her. “Yui!” you called, trembling to her side to push the vampire off her. She cradled you to your side, holding her neck.

You only stared at Ayato as he watched you both with a wicked smile. He fixed his back to stand up straight.

“Well, would you look at that, two for one?” he said. You jumped back a little, but Yui stepped in. “You wanted to drink from me, right?” she said, making him arch a brow and grin. “Well, aren’t you heroic? Getting jealous in front of yours truly is such a turn-on.” He focused on Yui, so you used this to back out of the room and dash back to yours.

Your heart is beating rapidly. You shook your head at the thought of Yui taking harm for you.

When you finally calmed down, you looked up from the floor to see Shuu sleeping on your bed. His legs were to the floor, his shirt lifted, and his pants hanging dangerously low, so low you could see his perfect V line. You kept going over his body until your eyes met his crystal blue ones. You jumped, half embarrassed for staring and half shocked to see him awake.

“Why are you here?” you asked, pressing your back against the door. He didn’t respond immediately; instead, he closed his eyes and sighed.

“I’m thirsty.” “There’s a kitchen,” you reply without thinking. Something Reiji warned you about in school.

You jumped when he sat up, touching his earpiece. “You’re quite different from her.” he stood tall over you, so much so, you used your whole neck to meet his eye. “Who?” You shook as he came closer.

“The girl, Yui. She doesn’t talk back. She whines and takes it.”

You shake the thought, though, as your ears get red. Being bitten might have made her that way. She herself wouldn’t like that.

You didn’t even realize he was so close until he pressed his body onto you. You pushed back, “Shuu no.” No matter how much you tried, he wouldn’t budge, as if his body was made of metal.

He brought his hands to your hair, fisting it to the side, exposing the unmarked smoothness of your neck. He placed his mouth there, licking the fear off you before pausing. His fangs are pinching dangerously close. When you relaxed for a second. You thought maybe you were off the hook, and your blood was no good.

The moment you thought he wouldn’t, he did. A tearing sound ripped through your ear, and you yelped, pulling at his cardigan. “It hurts,” you exclaimed, only making him dig deeper. He released you only to dig in again. Your taste was overpowering, so intoxicating that it made him uncharacteristically greedy. He wondered why your scent was light. His free hand grabbed your hand, pushing him, even in weak attempts.

MDNI

HOWDY!! I've returned, honestly, the longest I've been around so far. †also wanted to post something for Kinktober

So, I'm currently reading the book 'God of Malice' by Rena Kent, and I loved the opening scene. I wanted to use it, but with Dabi, it's obviously changed and isn't exactly taken from the pages of the book; however, the scene itself remains the same. I hope you enjoy my teaser.

I'm planning two more parts of this Dabi series.

TRIGGER WARNING: This writing contains material that might be extreme for some readers. Please read with caution and know that you can stop at any time. Aeneon, Hife play, smoking, throat fueking, filthy, ete.

I DO NOT KNOWN ANY CHARACTERS OR PLOT LINES THIS IS PURE A FANFIC

2.k words

Please feel free to request, and enjoy. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Word count. 2.k

Killiancarson!Dabi Part 1.

The breeze forced you to pull your hood over your head. Not that it mattered. The waves below reminded you that you came here to do one thing. Meet your end, just as your dear friend Izuku did. You didn’t know what took his life, you just knew you couldn't live if he weren’t in it. It was always you two, just you and him, and everyone else ignored you and made fun of you for not having a quirk, but he didn’t. He was just like you; he understood you and helped you through every struggle, just as you did for him.

Well, so you thought.

So when you found out that he jumped during the mid-term, when no one was around to notice him gone, you were sick. Physically and mentally.

You couldn’t even leave your bed to go with his mom to view the body. You hated how lonely you had become after he left, how people only came to talk to you about how much they saw you together and how hard it must be on you. It was. It was so hard it brought you here, to the cliff that was his only months ago. 

A startling rustle in the trees behind you pulled you from your thoughts. Sending the hairs in your neck to stand. Your eyes scanned the area for any signs of life, but you couldn’t find any. Listening to a sound from anywhere, but all you could hear was the hard thump of your heart pounding in your chest. Not that you were expecting anyone to be there. It was late, really late. Nearing 3 a.m., as last you’ve checked, and no one but you had any means of taking this trail at night. The park district actually tells you not too much about the danger of falling off the cliff, after one too many drunk accidents. It didn’t take you long to figure out why he picked this place. The view was also beautiful. You wince at the thought of this being his last view. You wanted to know what his thoughts were. Did he think of you at all? 

When you thought it was for sure just the wind blowing you calmed back down. Your heart steadied, returning to the shell feeling you had when you came here, but all too early. 

The sound of a picture being taken made your soul lead forward. You turned to see who was there, but moved too quickly for your feet to keep up with, and fell backwards.

Off the cliff.

You caught yourself. Hitting your chin on the ledge of the cliff. 

Your nails dug painfully into the ground. Clawing desperately to keep you from sliding off. Your feet kicked uselessly at the air below you in false hope. When you thought all was lost, an arm reached out and grabbed you at the last second.

Your eyes shot open, only to meet a flash of light that temporarily blinded you.

“You know, the pale look of fear really goes well with the scene behind you,” a voice spoke out. It was almost familiar, but challenging to make out with the ringing in your ear. 

When your eyes settled, you took in the position you were in. Your body hung over the cliff, no longer gripping the ledge, but entirely dependent on this man's right arm. 

Your stomach clenches as you watch him dig around his back pocket and pull out a—cigarette box?

He popped the last one in his mouth and threw the remains over the cliff. When he reached for his lighter, you questioned. “What are you– Pull me up!” You were cut off by the smoke being blown back into your face. “Don’t go around throwing out demands and remember who’s in charge here, girl,” he glared. “Besides, don’t you wanna know how I got here?” he brought he cigarette to his lips

“No, not really,” you narrowed your eyes. “Well then, I’m not going to help you.” his arm shook, and you yelled, “Okay, okay! Tell me.” You closed your eyes.

He cleared his throat. “I was taking a night stroll, you know the one I usually take at night,” he dragged on slowly, purposely trying to annoy you. “But it was cut short,” he spoke low and bored. “Well, I apologize. Now, can you help me up?” you cut in, looking down at the height of the drop.

It all felt too real, too terrifyingly real. You were getting lightheaded.

“Why?” he asked, his tone held an irritation behind his amused boredom. He tilted his head, taking another drag from his cigarette. You blinked, “because I'm going to fall?!” You try to contain your anger. Not wanting your supposed hero to change his mind and drop you, not that he was making any sudden plans to pull you up.

“Isn’t this what you came here for?” he deadpans in a questioning way that makes the remaining color in your face leave. “Well–I –” you start, tears swelling in your eyes threatening to escape. He blows smoke in your face, bringing you back from your thoughts. “Well, how about this?” he started tapping the ashes off the cigarette. “You tell me what I get for helping you, and I'll see.” You looked at him, appalled, actually gaping with surprise. “You’ll see?” you repeat, and he nods. “Mhmm, so offer up something good,” he nods. “Uh, my thanks,” you say, all too sassy. He smacks his tongue over his teeth and shakes his head, which causes his arm to shake, making you yelp at the sudden movement. You almost got comfortable because he was unbothered by your weight and seemed to be holding you with ease. 

“Nah, that is not good enough. What else do you have? You have until I finish this cigarette,” he said, taking another puff from the almost finished light. You swallowed hard, unsure of what else to offer, with no funds left since you used every cent you had for college.

All you had to your name was a rundown pickup truck your dad left behind.

“Please, I’ll give you anything you want.” Your offer was a bluff. You just needed to be on the ground for your escape plan. “ Oh? You sure you want to offer up like that? It could be something others would deem illegal."  his threat sounded genuine and twisted. You know, behind those eyes, he wasn’t a liar, but it also felt like you’d be pulled up, so you nodded in response. He stood, easily taking you along with him and placing your trembling body at his feet. 

He rolled his shoulder with his back turned to you. You blinked, taking this moment to get up and try to run. You were only four steps away before a blaze of blue flames blocked your path, sending you falling on your ass to stop yourself. 

“Ah, see this is why you don’t help people,” he said. You turned to him. “What do you mean? I was giving myself space, that's all.” You lied, watching him squat down to your eye level. “Don’t tell me you were going to cheat on your end of the deal,” he said. You shook your head, realizing his quickness could very well kill you and that he was way bigger than you thought. 

“Now aren’t you going to ask me what I want?” He raised a brow. You watched him for a second, but followed along, “What do you want?” you asked softly, making him grin. “Glad you asked. Since I'm such a good guy, I’ll give you a few options here, yeah.” he folded his arms, waiting for you to respond. “Okay,” you said slowly, listening carefully so the wind didn’t block him out. “I want your mouth or—your cunt and ass, maybe all three in no particular order,” he shrugged to his last statement. Your month flew open in pure shock from what he said. “What?” you asked in disbelief. “You're really hard of hearing, huh?” he shook his head before giving you a cold, straight-faced stare. This time, his hand reached to grab your hair, tugging it back so that you were looking up to him. “I said. I want your mouth wrapped around my cock. If that's too much, I'll take your ass and use your blood as lube for your pussy.” his threat sends shivers down your legs and tears to your eyes. You shook your head as much as you could in his grip.

“But I can't!” you exclaimed. He narrowed his eyes. “Then take a swan dive off the edge of that cliff and hope that in your next life you won't meet monsters on the top of one.” Your eyes trembled to the side of the cliff, and the chill of hanging over it put more fear in you than he did. So you shook your head. “Fine” 

“Good girl, I knew you’d come around,” he patted your head with a hand as he let your hair go to undo his pants that already were failing to contain his raging parts. You shook your head at what could’ve made him hard in the first place. 

It didn’t take him long to pull his cock out through his pants. It jumped and bulged in response to the wind hitting it. You stared in terror at the size of that monster. You glanced up to see him grinning at your reaction. “Don’t just stare at me,” he fisted your hair again, pulling you to your knees and pushing your face against his warmth. 

A salty smell filled your nose, making you gag a little and pull away. “Don't gag before the fun even starts now.” he moved you back into him, making you rub your cheek on his veins before pressing his tip between your lips, hitting your teeth as you tried to block him. “Open up,” he pushed. When you didn’t, he reached to grab your nose—stopping you from breathing. You tried to hold out, but in the end, you couldn’t. You opened your mouth, gasping for air, but got a mouthful of his cock launched down your throat. 

You gagged, feeling him hit the back of your throat easily, but that only gained another satisfying groan from him. He ignored you and rocked his hips deep into your throat, hissing at every move your tongue made for freedom. 

“Fuck” he cussed, pulling out to give you a second of the air you were fighting for before shoving himself back into your wet caves. He did this again, then again, until his thighs were soaked with you. 

He pulled you back, his hand still tucked tightly in the mess of your hair. He bent down to your fucked out face. “You know, you don’t look like you take dick well, but you got a fucking throat on you.” he stood back up and shoved himself between your swollen lips. “How about this?” he thrusted faster. “Since you wanted to fucking die anyway, imma keep you around. Fuck you whenever I want, use this pretty fucking face whenever I want. How's that?” he aimlessly asked. He didn’t need your reply; you were his now. He pulled out his nut on your tired face, “you liked that idea,” he asked, making you nod. You were so out of it, you didn’t know what you were agreeing to. You just wanted to go back to your dorm and hide under the covers forever. 

yes..i’ve been gone and yes—i’m still working on writes. Life got hectic so forgive me 😔 enjoy!!

MDNI

You stand in Reiji’s dimly lit office, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and leather. Your heart pounds as you balance precariously on your high heels, the tight pencil skirt hugging your hips like a second skin. A heavy stack of books teeters on your head, a ridiculous and humiliating punishment for your transgression—sneaking out to explore the city with Yui without his permission. A ball gag stretches your mouth wide, drool already trickling down your chin, soaking into the crisp white blouse that clings to your curves.

"Again," Reiji commands, his voice a cold whip cracking through the silence. He lounges in his high-backed chair behind the massive oak desk, legs crossed, his sharp glasses glinting under the lamplight. His tailored suit accentuates his lean, aristocratic frame, but it's the riding crop in his gloved hand that sends shivers racing down your spine. Those violet eyes bore into you, unyielding, as if dissecting every quiver of your body.

You take a shaky step forward, the heels clicking against the hardwood floor. It's the tenth time you’ve walked back and forth. The books wobble, threatening to topple, and you freeze, muscles tensing in your thighs and calves. Reiji's lips curl into a faint, disapproving smirk. "Lower your head, you insolent girl." he places them neatly back on your head.

Swallowing hard around the gag, you dip your chin slightly, trying to steady the load. But it's no use—the books slip, crashing to the floor with a thud that echoes like a judgment. Reiji rises smoothly, his movements precise and predatory. He circles you like a shark, the crop tapping rhythmically against his palm. "Pathetic. You left without permission, followed that insipid Yui into the streets like a stray. For that, you will learn discipline."

The first strike lands on your ass, the leather tip biting through the thin fabric of your skirt. You jolt forward, a muffled whimper escaping the gag. Heat blooms across your skin, sharp and stinging, but beneath it, a forbidden warmth stirs in your core. Reiji doesn't stop there. He calculates each blow with clinical detachment—two for sneaking out, three for defying his rules, one extra for the tears already welling in your eyes.

"Strip the top," he orders, his tone laced with icy authority. Your fingers tremble as you fumble with the buttons, the gag making it impossible to plead. The blouse falls away, exposing your lace bra, your breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Reiji steps closer, his cologne—a mix of bergamot and something darker—invading your senses. He grabs your wrists, binding them behind your back with silken ropes, his touch firm and expert. The cords bite into your skin just enough to remind you of your helplessness, pulling your shoulders back and thrusting your chest forward.

He secures the ball gag tighter, the rubber pressing against your tongue, forcing your jaw to ache. Then, with deliberate slowness, he stacks the books back on your head. "Walk. Do not drop them this time, or I'll make you regret it."

You move, hips swaying involuntarily in the confining skirt, the ropes making your arms strain. Each step is torture—the heels wobbling, the weight pressing down, your bound hands useless. Sweat beads on your skin, trickling between your breasts. Reiji watches, his gaze lingering on the curve of your ass, the way your thighs rub together. The books tumble again, and frustration bubbles up, hot and desperate.

"Useless," he murmurs, but there's a husky edge to his voice now, a crack in the facade. He yanks the gag free, strings of saliva connecting it to your lips. "On your knees. Between my legs. Prove your worth."

You drop to the floor, the carpet rough against your knees, skirt riding up to expose the lace of your panties. Reiji unzips his trousers with unhurried grace, freeing his cock—thick, veined, already half-hard and flushing with arousal. It throbs in the air, the tip glistening with pre-cum. "Lick," he demands, gripping your hair to guide your mouth forward.

Your tongue darts out, tracing the underside from base to tip, savoring the salty tang of his skin. He groans softly, a rare sound from the stoic vampire, his fingers tightening in your hair. You swirl around the head, sucking gently, then take him deeper, your lips stretching around his girth. The ropes dig into your wrists as you bob your head, hollowing your cheeks, desperate to please. Reiji's hips buck slightly, fucking your mouth with controlled thrusts, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

But he's not satisfied yet. He pulls you off with a wet pop, standing to tower over you. "Bend over the desk." You scramble up, pressing your chest to the cool wood, ass presented like an offering. The crop whistles through the air, landing on your cheeks with a crack that makes you cry out. Red welts rise immediately, the pain sharp and electric, shooting straight to your pussy. You're soaking now, the fabric between your legs damp and clinging.

He strikes again and again—ten lashes, each one harder, turning your ass into a canvas of bruises. Tears stream down your face, mixing with the drool from earlier, but you arch into it, craving more. Reiji pauses, his hand replacing the crop, kneading the tender flesh. His fingers slip under your skirt, tearing the panties aside to expose your dripping folds. "So wet from punishment. Disgraceful slut."

He rubs your clit roughly, two fingers plunging into your pussy without warning. You gasp, clenching around him as he pumps, curling to hit that spot that makes your vision blur. The ropes hold you in place, amplifying every sensation. "Beg for it," he whispers, breath hot against your ear.

"Please, Reiji... fuck me. Punish me harder," you whimper, voice breaking.

He withdraws his fingers, slick with your juices, and smears them across your lips. Then, his cock presses against your entrance, thick and insistent. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, stretching you wide. You scream, the fullness overwhelming, his balls slapping against your bruised ass. He sets a punishing rhythm, pounding into you, the desk creaking under the force.

Each slap of skin on skin echoes your submission, his grunts mixing with your moans. He reaches around, pinching your nipples through the bra, twisting until you sob. The books scatter forgotten as he chases his release, your body his to command. When he finally cums, flooding your pussy with hot spurts, you shatter around him, waves of pleasure crashing through the pain.

Reiji pulls out, watching his seed drip down your thighs. He unties the ropes with precise knots undone, but leaves the welts as a reminder. "Lesson learned?" he asks, voice smooth once more.